Violet when you were on this floor
We all had dreams of kindness
Nothing mattered more
Than to build right from the earth
The summer days your young girl shyness
When I welcomed you onto the floor
And we had our ready mirth
What you up to John--oh 'bout five foot ten
Your father said a lot of windows
The light is gliding in
You turned around in the space and light
You are everywhere you have been